For during my sleep, an obscure sentiment had formed within me—trepidation? nostalgia? excitement?—and it had given rise to a sense of expectation. The past was returning! My sister was near. There was no doubting it. I couldn’t see her, couldn’t smell her, but my inner ear, attuned always and only to her, had caught her vibration, and it filled me with a dark and soporific joy.
